Bad Habit

All in time we'll grow older
So far I’m feeling pretty old
These songs are boring me to the bone
And I don't know how I play them anymore

God only knows the chances I've had
And everybody thinks I’m trying
I got a bad habit of losing my heart

I was dreaming the Sunday afternoon
When I woke up from my victimhood
I put on my boots
And the eyes too far ahead
To think I've grown up overnight

God only knows the chances I've had
And everybody thinks I'm trying
I got a bad habit of losing my heart

Twenty-five mountains gone by
Thought a foot in the door would be nice
I got a bad habit of losing my heart
Losing my heart
Losing my heart
Losing my heart